I sincerely thank whoever discovered the muffin.
There is something really irresistible about a muffin – all kinds of muffins.
Others may love their croissant, but I love my muffin.
Right away, I think of muffins wrapped in red and white checked gingham in a honey-colored wicker basket. I think of New England or charming European villages with fresh baked breads. I think of the open hearth, with a log fire, at the center of a home.
It’s so primal – food – eating – our daily bread.